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A Freilichen Chanukah to everyone who’s celebrating! It’s been a delightful whirlwind over here. Today is the last day of Chanukah vacation, so we’re soaking it up. I’m still in my pajamas as I type this. It’s glorious! Today over on Hevria, I wrote about my constantly evolving Chanukah experience, and how my expectations for… Continue reading A Little Chanukah Miracle

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After deciding to actively get involved with Judaism, the most logical starting place seemed to be at a synagogue. My scant knowledge of these houses of worship was derived mainly from my childhood piano recitals, held in the synagogue my teacher attended. I faced an unexpected array of choices, having only recently learned that there are three main… Continue reading Why Orthodoxy?

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I “met” Meredith when she popped over to my blog one day from SITS. Her blog, Perfection Pending, is one I can really relate to, as I’ve written more than a few times about coming to terms with my own wonderful imperfection. So, when I saw that Meredith had a guest post series encouraging mothers… Continue reading How Motherhood Has Changed Me

I recently read the biography of Rebbetzin Batsheva Kanievsky, who was a truly amazing and inspiring woman. I don’t usually connect to biographies of great Rabbis and Rebbetzins, because, for whatever reason, they tend to be written in an overly simplistic manner. Along these lines: So-and-so was born to this amazing family with these amazing… Continue reading Being the Best Me I Can Be, One Rebbetzin Kanievsky Moment At A Time

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After Shabbos, I had the opportunity to speak with my “Aunt” Ruth (she’s really my mom’s aunt, which makes her, what, my great-aunt? I don’t know. We just call her Aunt Ruth). It was just a quick on-and-off conversation, you know, some how-are-you-doings and how’s-the-weathers. In between the requisite niceties, she mentioned that my mom… Continue reading You’re really a housewife, aren’tcha?